The Story of an Injured Wife
The Actor Opens His Own Death Card

"When will you buy me a new house, mas?"

"When we get married later. Relax, baby, not for another year."

***

Short night time came. Inside the luxury hotel where Miho and Damar are staying, Miho is relaxing on a soft and comfortable mattress. While waiting for the hotel waiter to come to their room to intertwine the dinner menu. Instead of joining, Miho tries to look through the stories of WA friends.

All of them posted their daily stories, except Yaya, the legal wife of Damar. But suddenly Miho gets a WA chat from Yaya while she is online WA. Miho read that. For some reason chat Yaya uploaded a photo of one of the famous bridge areas in Japan.

"Good night, Miho?" type Yaya open the conversation.

"Too. Yaya, what's the chat I sent you the picture of the bridge?"

"I want to ask you the same mas Damar again in the same location huh? You know, yesterday when I saw that WA story of the two of you, like in the same place?"

Miho glanced cynically to the side. He was confused by the chat sent by his legitimate wife. Is it true that he's starting to suspect that he's Damar's cheating woman?

"It just so happens that we meet here but we just meet no more" Miho replied.

"A good friend can't hurt each other right Miho?"

"Of course Yaya."

But it feels like Miho is bored if she continues to be a mistress. Miho changed her mind. Miho desperately uploads a story of his second photo with Damar on the same bridge. Just one minute Yaya immediately saw the story.

"Where was the response of this handsome legitimate wife?"

Not long after, Yaya again sent a new chat, Miho immediately opened it.

"Now many people are also two-faced. Good ahead, rotten behind! May we and I all be kept away from such people. Now I know who you really are Miho. You take off your own mask."

"Of course your husband won't let me go so much Yaya. Now I don't want to cover up who I really am!"

"Okay, I won't let go of my husband just like that for an evil woman like you either! I'd better not give up until whenever I'm going to try to defend my household with Mas Damar. For the sake of happiness Viona and her future sister. Unless Mas Damar prefers you over me! Let's prove who will win between us!"

Miho threw her phone on the bed while clenching one of her hands. Yaya instead challenges himself instead of being disappointed and asks for a divorce.

"Damn it! Is Yaya gonna make me a war? She already knew that I was having an affair with her husband! Okay, are you sure, you can beat me Yaya? It was all just a dream! You won't be able to defeat me! Look what will happen to you! You fucking legitimate wife!" miho growled in her heart.

Meanwhile, in her room, Yaya was smiling with satisfaction because she had dared to fight Yaya. At least the feeling becomes plong or relieved after knowing the actual facts. His suspicion to Miho was very strong after seeing a ring similar to his missing ring, inside Miho's wardrobe.

A voice similar to Miho who called Damar during the video call at that time, along with two new cars with expensive prices that Miho had just bought.

***

Being a destroyer of people's domestic relationships is a very despicable act. The bad effects are so great. In addition to heartache and grief that is very deep, children can also be victims of something called INFIDELITY.

And Yaya didn't want her son to be the victim of that. Yaya continued to walk casually around the complex. Yaya's residence complex was quite quiet of passers-by. Good day, especially night. Because all the inhabitants are rich people who rarely activity outside the house.

But Yaya often goes out for a relaxing workout for a moment. Until Yaya found two strangers who seemed to be confused looking for a home address. The two strangers were a pair of men and women. They dyed here and there.

Yaya hurried to them. Who knows if there's anything Yaya can help.

"Hi? Who are you guys? I've never seen you guys in this housing complex? Are you new citizens here?" manyu friendly.

The woman looked happy as I approached them.

"Hi too, know me Elma and this is Arif my husband. We're both looking for work here. Who knows if there are rich people who would accept us as their maid or driver. Maybe you need a helper or a driver?

"I'm Yaya. Greetings to know. I have one maid at home. But I think I need another maid too. I don't have a personal driver either. If you want to work, I'll have to get permission from my husband first. But I also need to know your data?"

"Thank God, there are finally people who can give us jobs. We need a lot of money. Make the cost of our child's treatment." explained the man named Arif.

"Where is your son? What's he sick of?" askau, care.

"He's in contract. His grandmother took care of. He's sick with autoimmune. I'm very sad. So difficult to find a job, from yesterday we were slowly looking for work, until we tried to find a job in this complex, and finally we met the best people. Please try to make us acceptable to my husband?" lirih Elma said while crying sadly.

I too was swept away in grief.

"Will I try. You can ask for your HP number, let me keep it and if my husband agrees or disagrees, I'll call you right away."

"Thank you a lot. My HP number is 085333xxxxxx." said Elma.

Then I recorded the nope and stored it in my HP contacts.

"Yaudah, if so I go home first. See ya?" pamper me to them.

"See you back." reply they compact.

I'm glad I could help them get a job. I am always sad to hear the stories of the lives of the poor. My principle is, being a useful human being to many people, I feel happy if I can be like that.

But behind Yaya's kindness, the eyes are cunning and sharp, they hide behind a mask. Arif and Elma sneaky smiles at Yaya from behind, unbeknownst to Yaya. Who are those two?

Seriate...